I'll focus on the human drama of the Indians' encounters with tourists in Yellowstone Park.
"After traveling about a mile, I heard seven distinct shots fired, and supposed all the persons had been killed."
"Like a Cubist painting, the final narrative won’t always arrange things in the way that people are used to seeing them, but I hope it will be compelling and enlightening."
"Emma couldn’t have known that Yellow Wolf and his band of Nez Perce scouts had seen the bonfire and were planning to attack the camp the next morning."
"I saw half a dozen guns leveled at me so I made myself small as I could.... Bang! bang! bang! then zip! zip! zip! went the balls, but none struck me."
"My fairy books could not equal such wonderful tales. Fountains of boiling water, thrown hundreds of feet into the air ... pools of water in whose limpid depths tints of various rainbows were reflected." mounds and terraces of gaily colored sand.”
Did you ever wonder what would happen if you dumped a ton of rocks and rubble into Old Faithful? Frank Carpenter found out.
What would it feel like to wake up in a wilderness with a lead slug embedded in your skull and remember watching your wife being dragged away by hostile Indians?
A young woman watches in horror while Indians shoot her husband in the head.